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  1. Wilhelmina Beatrix arched a brow at the petition, slid into the letters littering her desk by one Henrietta Maria. With a hum, she dipped the nib of her quill in ink, signing her signature 'pon the dotted line. There was much she could forgive- the Duchess had a lenient nature, after all, but tampering with the reputation of her dear sister and closest friend simply would not do. "Her Imperial Highness Wilhelmina Beatrix, Duchess of Helena."
  2. The Duchess Helena turned up her nose in revolt, her stomach turning at the pamphlet's fetid exposé. Laying a palm to the young Governess-Secretary's shoulder, she simply shook her head, deigning not to inform the girl of the author's true implications. After all, there were other rumors to attend to.
  3. Wilhelmina Beatrix leafed through her daily dossier of newsletters and personal writings, the Helvets-borne lady's eyes flaring wide. The redhead set the stackings aside, contemplating a particular blessed social call..
  4. Wilhelmina Beatrix received word of the Duke's passing at dawn's break, dropped inconspicuously amid other, now meaningless, information. With a moment's notice, all were dismissed. The ribbon 'round her throat grew much too tight, and her feet grew wary as she sought out the katabatic. Today, it was decided, she would spend among the roses, to bewail the uncle that seemed more like a father.
  5. Whilst aiding the women and children of Helena into their temporary holdings- a dank, rimy, unyielding fortress, Wilhelmina Beatrix found a moment for pause, murmuring gently to herself and her companion, Safiye Basrid, a quiet prayer. "The Lord ruleth me, I’ll not want. He makes me down to lie, in pastures green: He leadeth me, the quiet waters by. For though I should walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Thy rod and Thy staff, they hath been a comfort to me."
  6. Wilhelmina Beatrix looked over missive with a keen eye and brilliant grin. Waving a palm, she called for a circle to be drawn. "May the gambling begin."
  7. T H E M A S Q U E of A L L S A I N T S E V E The Lady Typhlotic, c. 1788 Penned by the hand of HIH The Duchess of Helena. To the subjects of the Holy Orenian Empire, with substantial exhilaration does the entourage of the Rose Courts deem it befitting to invite all; no matter birth, breeding, or affluence, to a grand Masqued Costume Ball, held at the Palace of Novellen on the auspicious night of All Saints Eve. A celebration of the extraordinary, guests will mingle in anonymity- cleverly disguised by their extravagant e
  8. Wilhelmina Beatrix released a long-held breath, the newly minted Imperial ordering the beeswax candles lit in her apartments, casting glowing reflections in the redhead’s eyes. No more would she mutter amaranthine prayer over His Imperial Majesty’s ailing form, nor make merry in the gardens of Novellen with her companions. A collection of serving women, bare-faced and hair unpowdered, adorned her in black bombazeen and glazed gloves in preparation for the approaching mourning. ”Long live the Empress.”
  9. Wilhelmina Helvets felt the crescendo of this momentous honour deep within her humors, electing immediately to draft a letter to her prized scribe, detailing her immense gratitude.
  10. THE IMPERIAL WEDDING OF 1780 The Prince and his Kaedreni Flower, c. 1780 Suddenly, a flurry of servantry was dispatched from the Novellen Palace, all of them having an abundance of eagerness in their strides. For, today was the day they were each individually tasked with assuming the role of a glorious messenger for the wedding of the decade. Within the confines of every aforementioned retainer’s inventory laid an ambrosial parchment bedecked with intertwined wax seals of the Houses of Novellen and Helvets. Ostensibly, this piece of embellished vellum was a f
  11. Wilhelmina Beatrix passed ardent eyes over her cousins missive, concurring with a deep bow of her head. ”True evil is upon us now, cousin. What was once silent in the father speaks now in the daughter, and your resilient faith and determination in crown and country will serve as inspiration for generations to come.”
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